Crispin

Crispin is my lovely Golden retriever.....now an old boy. I realised yesterday that he was going to be eleven this year and that he was getting seriously ancient as big dogs go. He now has trouble with his legs as he tries to get all four of them in the right place to get down the stairs. He fell yesterday so I put him to bed in my study last night which is on the ground floor. When I came in this morning he didn't hear me...he only reacted when he saw me in front of him.   His deafness may account for the very loud barking we have been complaining about. Oh dear    old age is not for wimps  even in dogs.